... claim him.
â€śWhat is it?â€ť
He opened his eyes and found himself lounging on the tree branch. The sensations began to ebb and he could feel the hot liquid roll down his thigh. â€śNothing,â€ť he said, cursing his bad luck. He touched his pants and was disgusted with the stickiness that soaked through.
â€śAre you OK?â€ť
â€śIâ€™m fine,â€ť he growled, wiping his hand off on the tree.
â€śYou moaned my name.â€ť
He stared at her in shocked horror. â€śMust have been dreaming.â€ť
She gave him a strange smile. â€śWhat were you dreaming about?â€ť
â€śThatâ€™s none of your business,â€ť he snarled, jumping off the tree branch. â€śNow if youâ€™ll excuse meâ€¦â€ť
â€śWhy?â€ť
â€śThatâ€™s personal. Here, take these,â€ť he said, digging into his shirt with his clean hand and tossing the dolls to her. â€śIâ€™ll be back for them.â€ť
â€śAre you sure youâ€™re alright?â€ť
â€śGods, yesâ€¦ Just leave me alone!â€ť he cried, desperately trying to hide his soiled pants and waning erection beneath.
She looked down to his covered crotch. â€śDid you have an accident?â€ť
â€śDemons donâ€™t have accidents!â€ť he snarled.
Her eyes got bigger as she put the pieces together. â€śYou had a wet dream.â€ť
â€śGods!â€ť he moaned. â€śYou are infuriating!â€ť He turned to stomp away but she caught his arm.
â€śHey, wait!â€ť she cried. â€śYou called out my nameâ€¦â€ť
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